Double Date
Summary: After figuring out each other’s secret boyfriends, you and Samira managed to convince them to come on a double date!
(Potential) Warnings: nothing much, mostly fluff! cursing/swearing, Samira and reader are genuinely pure of heart bffs 👯♀️,
A pt.3 to this! lmk if you want or have any ideas for any more parts!
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“A double date?” Brendon raised an unimpressed brow, staring down at you. It had been a nice evening, lounging on his huge luxurious bed and watching tv.
“Mhm!”
“Why?”
“…Because it’ll be nice.” You shrug, plain and simple. “It’s not like you don’t know them.”
“Not like I know you.”
“Yeah, you’re not dating them.” You quip back teasingly. “You need to actually socialise with other people; you can’t include walking the dog or going to the gym because you don’t speak to anyone, and you can’t say ‘work dinners’ and stuff, you hate them. And don’t think I didn’t see you and Abbot smirking to yourselves about your luxury coffee machines and your girlfriends.”
Brendon fought back the urge to smirk, looking back up at the tv. “You and Mohan are just going to treat it like it’s just you two out for dinner. You’re just not paying.”
Sitting up, you face him with an incredulous look. He always did this. “We can split it-”
“I’m paying for us.” Brendon reassured, glancing at you. “And knowing Abbot, he won’t let Mohan pay.”
Hm, true. Abbot is truly a generous soul. Not that Brendon wasn’t, he was only generous and kind to the people who didn’t piss him off or meddle with his personal life like the rest of the ED.
“I can pay. I’m a big girl.” You counter, sitting on his legs and blocking the tv on purpose.
“I know, sweetness.” But really, his expression said it all. I’m paying, but i’ll entertain you.
“…So, is that a yes to the double date?” You hum cheekily, leaning forward and lying on his chest, great hands coming up to the curve of your spine and stroking ever so sweetly. He nodded with a deep rumble. “Mhm.”
Brendon was right.
As far as the date went, Samira and yourself were giggling and talking to each other. They hadn’t even ordered their food yet. “Oh! Sorry, just- Jus one more minute, please.” When really, neither of them have looked at the food menu yet.
Jack and Brendon sat beside each other, already having a conversation before they entered the restaurant, funnily enough still talking about coffee machines, models, different coffee beans, and milk frothers, then it followed onto something about Jack getting his roof re-done. Quite a grown up conversation, you know.
Then there was Samira and yourself opposite them. Laughing about God knows what and filtering the word ‘dih’ into every sentence then cackling even more.
“Girls,” Abbot cleared his throat, holding up the menu as if it were obvious. You and Samira just looked up at both of the men, as if to say ‘what’s the problem?’. “You need to order your food.” “Oohhh-”
Samira grabbed the menu from Jack, her cheeks flushing a deeper reddish-purple, whispering something to you which made you laugh.
“I think i’m gonna have the chicken and dih pizza,” You confirmed, holding back laughter and hearing Samira burst out laughing. “And I’m gonna have a lamb dih shank,” And you two were gone again.
Brendon tried to be annoyed. He knew this would happen. But then he saw your face, holding your belly from laughing so much, and he couldn’t be the least bit upset. Jack looked just as amused, his eyes trained on Samira’s face with a smile.
“What’s this ‘dih’ they keep talking about?” He muttered, taking a sip of his beer. Brendon shrugged. “I don’t know, probably something from Tik Tok or some shit,”
“Is it meant to be funny?” Jack muttered with a huff of amusement.
The food came along, Brendon had Chianti beef ragu pasta, Jack ordered a giant oval pizza with almost every topping you could think of, and Samira had the lamb shank and you had your go to favourite Italian meal.
Brendon knew what kind of girl he dated before he asked you to dinner for the first time. He knew you were the brilliant, attentive and kind nurse of the emergency department day shift, but your person was kinder. You were open, nonjudgmental, friendly and generous with yourself to others - in other words, a bit of a pushover, but he’d punch anyone who said that’s what you were.
He watched as you shared your food with Samira, and with himself. You offered your food to Jack, too, but he refused. You weren’t thinking it was a bit far, a little weird since Jack wasn’t your best friend or boyfriend, you were thinking ‘Oh shit, this food is good, i’ll let everyone try!’. He thought it was really sweet - how you’re so sharing and thoughtful. He had seriously won the lottery.
“This dih is delicious.” Samira whispered, causing you two to start cackling again.
“What the hell is this ‘dih’ you two keep talking about?” Jack huffs in amusement.
That just made you two laugh harder.
Soon enough, the food was devoured and desert menus in hand.
“What do you want?” Brendon heard you ask, eyes squinting slightly as you read through the desert menu. He was used to it, he’d always share desert with you.
“You always pick, sweetness,” He replied, glancing up at you. Then at Samira.
“..We were gonna share.” She answered awkwardly.
“What?” Jack interrupted, staring at his girlfriend. “What do you mean, why aren’t we?”
“I don’t know, we always share.” You answered just as bashful.
“We always share.” Brendon, and Jack said in unison.
“Oh, alright,” “Ugh, fine.” Both men heard you two reply. They felt more like fathers than boyfriends at this point. Man friends.
“There goes the chocolate brownie sundae,” You mumble to Samira, “Has hazelnuts and everything.”
“I think we should’ve just come on our own with their cards.” Samira giggled behind the desert menu.
“Stop it.” Jack warns, completely teasing. He gave Samira his card for a reason — to put some use to it.
“I cant believe you trust yours with the credit card, she’d just raid the Jellycat headquarters and any candy shop.” Brendon commented, not even flinching when you kicked his shin lightly.
“I would not.” You defend, smirking. “I’d spend the money on dissolving swim shorts.”
“What do you want, the chocolate sundae?” Brendon redirected, grabbing the menu with big hands. “Mhm! Yes please.”
“What are we having?” Jack asked lowly, his tone receptive and overall lovely as he meet Samira’s gaze and seeing her cheeks darken slightly under the blush. “Uhm, what about the fruity sorbet mix?”
“Sounds good, honey.” Jack hummed, holding her gaze. Samira was an astounding doctor, so intelligent and precise, she’d never fluster so easily over a guy, yet here she was trying not to giggle because her boyfriend - who was wrapped around her finger which she knew well - was holding her eye contact. She might have fell first, but Jack certainly fell harder.
“That was so nice..” Samira plugging her seatbelt in and looked over at Jack in the drivers seat. “We should do that again.”
“Whatever you want, honey. Shark isn’t that bad outside of work, surprisingly.” Jack let out a soft huff and shook his head in amusement. “You know, I really wouldn’t mind if you did take my card and had dinner or lunch together.”
“What? Jack, that was- that was a joke, I wouldn’t do that,” Samira replied awkwardly, staring up at him.
“I want you to.” He shrugged, meeting her gaze briefly and unable to help his smile growing.
“I hope you don’t think I stitched you up that day you got shot just for the cash.” She worried.
“Shot at.” He corrected quickly, playful. “I know you didn’t. But what else am I meant to do with my money? Spend it on hockey tickets?”
“I don’t want you for your money,” She promised, knowing he was joking, but she was serious.
A cheeky smile grew on Jack’s lip, suddenly looking like a smug 12 year old boy. “Oh, I know what you want from me, Mo.”
Brendon was brushing his teeth in the mirror as you took your makeup off, rambling. “Did you enjoy it? It was fun, wasn’t it? Oh my gosh, Mira’s lamb shank was so yummy,”
“It was alright. It felt like me and Abbot were interfering.” He joked, slightly muffled from the toothpaste.
“Huh? Why?”
“Cause it was yours and Samira’s date.” He teased, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his toothbrush.
“…Yeah, but it was still nice, wasn’t it? We’re together now,” You hum suggestively, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your cheek against his broad back. “Are you jealous of Samira?”
“Should I be?” He rumbles, twisting in your arms and resting his huge hands on your lower back.
“Yes. She’s literally my twin.” Brendon couldn’t help but smile at your face. So pretty, happy. In this moment, there was nothing a no one else. Only messages from Samira, your best friend. He might get a little jealous; you two were so close, you had the same priorities and perspective, and it was so easy being friends with each other. Brendon didn’t think he could have a friendship like that, because it was rare.
Then again, he was more than happy being your boyfriend.
Best friend is different than your best friend boyfriend situation anyway.
“Okay, sweetness, i’ll be sure to back off.” He teased, planting a minty kiss to your lips and a gentle pat to your bottom.
